SIMFEROPOL'

Your train will leave in a half an hour
and my palm wont find your palm
this station is my Coliseum and my Acropolis
Simferopol, Simferopol

I do not need a password
I do seek an answer
you've got a ticket
and I have a ticket
I go west and you go south-east
and the juice of the eternity
is dripping through the words
i cannot find a way
to describe it all
but i'd like to say at least something

You're my catalisator, I'm your dawn
we're moving together only forward
the salt of the black sea on our hairs
I am always with you if not in reality then in dreams

The platform has appeared on that screen
but nothing can blow this fire away
and the alder tree, and birch and poplar are waiting
but we're still here, we're with you, Simferopol

I do not need the secret of multiplying the syllables
I do not seek benevolence of the tires deities
you will go to the land
where people step on ice to find out
who's in this life lucky indeed
and I cannot find yet a way to escape there too
and that's why I want to say the following

You're my catalisator, I'm your dawn
we're moving together only forward
the salt of the black sea on our hairs
I am always with you if not in reality then in dreams
Crimean summer of 2003
will wake you up before the dawn
I'll throw few branches into the fire
Look, sister, the sun is rising

written by atmoravi
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from records CHERTOPOLOH / BELOE ZOLOTO